On return of chorus to circled always land
(Translation into English of a poem written in French under Occitan sonnet form. See original here or here)
August 30, 2016
The heart lends some spirit to travel of long days
From bridges to tunnels investments variations
To bet upon a road whistling along the course
The discovered sentries disarm my ornaments
The mouth is mired trouble in grandiloquent speech
Inventing itself tunes of the mind’s wanderings
On return of chorus to circled always land
The endless promises diluted enemas
Baptism of waters emptied of saints’ aura
The child in the mirror erects the cathedrals
The cleaned out fish become a meal for Halloween
To scrape pits of drawers fully emptied highways
Unbridled alchemy discovered in my breast
Banner of the hospice metastasis theater
Reading of the poem:
Strange fruit – Billie Holiday
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